Cooranbean (Henry Kendall Poems)
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
A sword in his right hand, a stone in his left hand,He is naked. Shod and naked. Hatted and naked.The ...
Star of the North! though night winds driftThe fleecy drapery of the skyBetween thy lamp and me, I lift,Yea, lift ...
IAh, who will tell me, in these leaden days,Why the sweet Spring delays,And where she hides,-the dear desire Of every heart ...
IWail! for the Law has scattered into flightThose Drinks that were our sometime dear Delight;And still the Morals-tinkers plot and ...
Poor, little bird! the chase is ended;No longer hast thou cause for fear;Within these walls thou art befriended;No sportsmen can ...
I know a little country place Where still my heart doth linger, And o'er its fields is every grace Lined out by memory's ...
WITH rapture and delight I oft admireJehovah's works that come within my view,Himself exceeding admiration's ken,Or ought that I could ...
As I walk the misty hillAll is languid, fogged, and still;Not a note of any birdNor any motion's hint is ...
At twilight in beautiful summers,When all the dew is shed,And all the singers and hummersAre safe at home in bed,In ...
'I know where the timid fawn abidesIn the depths of the shaded dell,Where the leaves are broad and the thicket ...
I.SHE stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow."If only you'd spoken before!It's excessively awkward to mention it now,With the Snark, ...
I DO not love thee, yet why does thy calmSweet smile forever haunt my dreams, and whyDo thy dark eyes ...
Only once more and not again--the larchesShake to the wind their echo, 'Not again,'--We see, below the sky that over-archesHeavy ...
Land I adore, farewell! thou land of the southern sun's choosing!Pearl of the Orient seas! our forfeited Garden of Eden!Joyous I yield ...
IHe was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breezeOf midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of ...
Here, in this other world, they come and go With easy dream-like movements to and fro. They stare through lovely eyes, yet ...
Trust the grand and gentle trees,Never will their welcome fade;All that lives may lie at easeIn the haven of their ...
Farrar, when o'er Goodwin's pageLate I found thee poring,From the hydrostatic SageLeaky Memory storing,Or when groaning yesterdayNeedlessly distractedBy some bright ...
Little Ella, fairest, dearest Unto me and unto mine,Earthly cherub, coming nearest Unto me and unto mine!Her brief absence frets and pains ...
The battle-cry is sounding loud, a bugle calls to arm,The hills and dales are clouded o'er, troops gather in alarm;With ...
There moves a sad processionAcross the silent vale,With backward-glancing eyes of grief,And tearful cheeks all pale.Scatter'd and slow, without array,With ...
They have saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,They have bridled a hundred black.-Old Ballad.'He turned in his saddle, now follow who ...
Who shall declare the secret of thy birth, Thou old companion of the circling earth? And having reached with keen poetic sight Ere ...
Now while so many turn with love and longing To wan lands lying in the grey North Sea,To thee we turn, ...
When they thought that Denmark's kingSoundly in the graveyard slumbered,Words incredible, unnumbered,Through the land crept whispering.Rumor said: "The king hunts ...
I arise and go down to the River, and currents that come from the sea,Still fresh with the salt of ...
Oh Albania, poor Albania,Who has shoved your head in the ashes?Once you were a great lady,The men of the world ...
WHEN you were a lad that lacked a trade,Oh, many's the thing you'd see on the wayFrom Kill-o'-the-Grange to Ballybrack,And ...
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